The Syndicate

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 6:05 am**

A Person wrote:
insertnamehere wrote:
A Person wrote:
Vompatti wrote:
A Person wrote:her chocolate box q.m.
eys k
lick me
and i'll be yours
save it for nervous horse
it's actually an old poemo f his

tuerw

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Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 8:49 am**

A Person wrote: it's actually an old poemo f his

E.E. Cummings on her face, now that's poetry in motion

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 2:52 pm**

down down down

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 3:10 pm**

Mister Rearranger wrote:
A Person wrote: it's actually an old poemo f his
E.E. Cummings on her face, now that's poetry in motion

i wuoldndndätm ind . .. . . . . . . .. .

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 3:50 pm**

Vompatti wrote:
Mister Rearranger wrote:
A Person wrote: it's actually an old poemo f his
E.E. Cummings on her face, now that's poetry in motion

i wuoldndndätm ind . .. . . . . . . .. .

c'm'ere big boy

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 5:17 pm**

A Person wrote:
Vompatti wrote:
Mister Rearranger wrote:
A Person wrote: it's actually an old poemo f his
E.E. Cummings on her face, now that's poetry in motion

i wuoldndndätm ind . .. . . . . . . .. .
c'm'ere big boy

k

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 6:08 pm**

Vompatti wrote:k

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 6:19 pm**

A Person wrote:how does that work if i never got a pm q.m.

I'm still wondering

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 6:59 pm**

A Person wrote:
A Person wrote:how does that work if i never got a pm q.m.
I'm still wondering

I figured you earned/were given a free pass somewhere else along Mulholland Drive.

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 9:04 pm**

Mongoose wrote:
A Person wrote:
A Person wrote:how does that work if i never got a pm q.m.
I'm still wondering
I figured you earned/were given a free pass somewhere else along Mulholland Drive.

silencio

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 9:59 pm**

I've delayed long enough, post coming up.

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:25 pm**

I've sincerely enjoyed the Choose Your Own Adventure format of this game.

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:25 pm**

But Stanley just couldn't do it.

He considered the possibility of facing his boss, admitting he had left his post during work hours. He might be fired for that. And in such a competitive economy, why had he taken that risk?

All because he believed everyone had vanished? His boss would think he was crazy.

And then something occurred to Stanley. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe I AM crazy. All of my coworkers blinking mysteriously out of existence in a single moment for no reason at all?

None of it made any logical sense, and as Stanley pondered this he began to make other strange observations.
For example, why couldn't he see his feet when he looked down? Why did doors close automatically behind him wherever he went?

And for that matter, these rooms were starting to look pretty familiar. Were they simply repeating?

No, Stanley said to himself, this is all too strange, this can't be real. And at last, he came to the conclusion that had been on the tip of his tongue, he just hadn't found the words for it.

I'm dreaming, he yelled. This is all a dream!

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:26 pm**

Oh, what a relief, Stanley felt, to have finally found an answer, an explanation. His coworkers weren't actually gone. He wasn't going to lose his job, he wasn't crazy after all.

And he thought to himself, I suppose I'll wake up soon. I'll have to go back to my boring real-life job pushing buttons. I may as well enjoy this while I'm still lucid.

So he imagined himself flying, and began to gently float above the ground.

Then, he imagined himself soaring through space on a magical star field, and it too appeared.

It was so much fun, and Stanley marveled that he had still not woken up. How was he remaining so lucid?

And then perhaps the strangest question of them all entered Stanley's head. One he was amazed he hadn't asked himself sooner.

Why is there a voice in my head dictating everything that I'm doing and thinking?

Now the voice was describing itself being considered by Stanley, who found it particularly strange. I'm dreaming about a voice describing me thinking about how it's describing my thoughts, he thought.

And while he thought it all very odd and wondered if this voice spoke to all people in their dreams, the truth was that of course this was not a dream. How could it be?

Was Stanley simply deceiving himself? Believing that if he's asleep he doesn't have to take responsibility for himself?

Stanley is as awake right now as he's ever been in his life.

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:27 pm**

Now hearing the voice speak these words was quite a shock to Stanley. After all, he knew for certain before a doubt that this was in fact a dream.

Did the voice not see him float and make the magical stars just a moment ago? How else would the voice explain all that?

This voice was a part of himself too, surely. Surely, if he could just...

He would prove it. He would prove that he was in control, that this was a dream.

So he closed his eyes gently and he invited himself to wake up. He felt the cool weight of the blanket on his skin, the press of the mattress on his back.

The fresh air of a world outside this one. Let me wake up, he thought to himself.

I'm through with this dream. I wish it to be over. Let me go back to my job. Let me continue pushing the buttons, please. It's all I want.

I want my apartment, and my wife, and my job. All I want is my life exactly the way it's always been.
My life is normal. I am normal. Everything will be fine.

I am okay.

Stanley began screaming. Please, someone, wake me up, my name is Stanley! I have a boss, I have an office! I am real!

Please, just someone tell me I am real! I must be real, I must be, can anyone hear my voice? Who am I? Who am I??

And everything went black.

MetalMarsh has been eliminated. Twice. Now that's what I call overkill.

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:34 pm**

This is the story of a woman named Mariella.
Mariella woke up on a day like any other. She arose, got dressed, gathered her belongings and walked to her place of work.
But on this particular day, her walk was interrupted by the body of a man who had stumbled through town talking and screaming to himself, and then collapsed dead on the sidewalk.

And although she would soon turn to go call for an ambulance, for just a few brief moments she considered the strange man.
He was obviously crazy, this much she knew. Everyone knows what crazy people look like.
In that moment, she thought to herself how lucky she was to be normal.
I am sane. I am in control of my mind. I know what is real, and what isn't.
It was comforting to think this, and in a certain way, seeing this man made her feel better. But then she remembered the meeting she had scheduled for that day.
The very important people whose impressions of her would affect her career, and by extension the rest of her life.
She had no time for this. So it was only a moment that she stood there, staring down at the body.
And then she turned and ran.

T H E . E N D

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:35 pm**

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee 427. Employee 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.
And Stanley was happy.

And then one day something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to his boss's office, perhaps he had simply missed a memo.

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.
You have up to 24 hours to make a decision, but I will end the poll when a majority is reached.

Good luck.

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:40 pm**

Another left turn. Enough of them and we would end up where we started. In a normal reality anyway.

Posted: **Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:40 pm**

aww yisss let's go left

Posted: **Wed Apr 23, 2014 8:14 am**

Well, I'm picking riht because one of you is a Mafia and knows which way benefits you, and it is not me, so right must be the right choice.

Posted: **Wed Apr 23, 2014 8:32 am**

Right.

Posted: **Wed Apr 23, 2014 8:52 am**

Right? I think?

I didn't even get to see which option won out last time, haha.

Posted: **Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:11 pm**

These dreams go on when I close my eyes.

Also, figure out this rebus to ascertain who I think is Mafia!

-->

Posted: **Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:16 pm**

Mongoose wrote:
These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Also, figure out this rebus to ascertain who I think is Mafia!
-->

That is not even a good rebus. It's also a pack of lies.

-->

Posted: **Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:35 pm**

thellama73 wrote:
Mongoose wrote:
These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Also, figure out this rebus to ascertain who I think is Mafia!
-->
That is not even a good rebus. It's also a pack of lies.

-->

I got it! Alison likes film noir!

Posted: **Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:37 pm**

thellama73 wrote:
Mongoose wrote:
These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Also, figure out this rebus to ascertain who I think is Mafia!
-->
That is not even a good rebus. It's also a pack of lies.

-->

How can my opinion be a pack of lies? Someone's awful twitchy.

Posted: **Wed Apr 23, 2014 6:05 pm**

This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to admire it.

The lounge was sublime. A work of art. What was it about this room that called so deeply and so personally to Stanley?
Its grace? Its subtle charm? No. Stanley knew it was something deeper. Something darker.
Standing now in this incredible room, Stanley for the first time understood true happiness.
Then the feeling went away, and he felt sad again. Then it came back, and lingered for a minute or two.
Now it's only half-there. Just a kind of, em... tingle.

But at last, he'd had enough of the amazing room, and took the first open door on his left to get back to business.
You have up to 24 hours to make a decision.

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 9:11 am**

How the hell can there be a center door without a right?

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 9:16 am**

Mister Rearranger wrote:How the hell can there be a center door without a right?

There is one, it just isn't open.

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 9:25 am**

Mongoose wrote:
thellama73 wrote:
Mongoose wrote:
These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Also, figure out this rebus to ascertain who I think is Mafia!
-->
That is not even a good rebus. It's also a pack of lies.

-->
How can my opinion be a pack of lies? Someone's awful twitchy.

You mean someone's awful pack-o-lies-y!

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 9:28 am**

I'm going left this time.

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 1:37 pm**

insertnamehere wrote:
Mister Rearranger wrote:How the hell can there be a center door without a right?
There is one, it just isn't open.

*picks the "find a sledgehammer" option*

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 2:13 pm**

Mister Rearranger wrote:
insertnamehere wrote:
Mister Rearranger wrote:How the hell can there be a center door without a right?
There is one, it just isn't open.
*picks the "find a sledgehammer" option*

Stanley began to look for a sledgehammer, only to feel idiotic when he remembered that he was in the middle of an office building, and not on a construction site.

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 2:31 pm**

I choose center

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 4:11 pm**

Llama is bad.

He won that challenge, right? Well, he decided to extend amnesty to his baddie teammate Vompatti. You guys are really bad, right? I smell something funky, and this time it isn't Logan's socks.

To recapitulate, Llama is bad and Vompatti probably is too. They are baddie teammates who hold hands and plot the downfall of Western society. Be wary.

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:18 pm**

center

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:24 pm**

"Hey, Vomps, we should probably select different doors to make it obvious to everyone on earth that we are teamies and doing a terrible job of hiding it!" -- Logan, 24 April 2014.

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:25 pm**

what if mongoose and llamam are the baiddies DDDDD:
DUN DUN UDNNN

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:26 pm**

A Person wrote:what if mongoose and llamam are the baiddies DDDDD:
DUN DUN UDNNN

If we were on a team, I'd be kickin' his *** for being so blatantly bad.

Or at least a stern talking-to.

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:34 pm**

Stanley was so bad at following directions it's incredible he wasn't fired years ago.

Look Stanley, I think perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot here.
I'm not your enemy, really I'm not. I realize that investing your trust in someone else can be difficult, but the fact is that the story has been about nothing but you all this time.
There's someone you've been neglecting, Stanley. Someone you've forgotten about. Please, stop trying to make every decision by yourself.
I'm not asking for me, I'm asking for her.
This is it, Stanley. Your chance to redeem yourself. To put your work aside. To let her back into your life.
She's been waiting.

Stanley rode the Cargo Lift to the other side of the room.
You have up to 24 hours to make a decision.

Posted: **Thu Apr 24, 2014 11:19 pm**

this one again, crago

Posted: **Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:00 am**

I'll jump this time.

Posted: **Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:19 am**

i know that feel

Posted: **Fri Apr 25, 2014 2:41 pm**

insertnamehere wrote:
Mister Rearranger wrote:
insertnamehere wrote:
Mister Rearranger wrote:How the hell can there be a center door without a right?
There is one, it just isn't open.
*picks the "find a sledgehammer" option*
Stanley began to look for a sledgehammer, only to feel idiotic when he remembered that he was in the middle of an office building, and not on a construction site.

diarmyhowley wrote:ya well what about he fact that there was supposed to be invisable dinosaurs on the island, and also the fact ye are pricks

Oh and geronimooooooo! I'm jumpin' off.

Posted: **Fri Apr 25, 2014 4:19 pm**

Wha... really? I was in the middle of something! Do you have zero consideration for others? Are you that convinced that I want something bad to happen to you?
Why, I don't know how to convince you of this, but I really do want to help you, to show you something beautiful.

Look, let me prove it. Let me prove that I'm on your side. Give me a chance.
Now listen carefully, this is important. Stanley walked through the red door.

Stanley walked through the red door.
You have up to 24 hours to make a decision.

Posted: **Fri Apr 25, 2014 5:18 pm**

blue is obviously way better than red

Posted: **Fri Apr 25, 2014 6:31 pm**

nutella wrote:blue is obviously way better than red

Yeah.. if you're a Democrat!

Posted: **Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:56 pm**

The blue pill.

Posted: **Sat Apr 26, 2014 5:32 pm**

Well f*ck, I was gonna vote Red, but saul goodman.

Posted: **Sat Apr 26, 2014 5:52 pm**

Post coming after dinner.

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